A Hot Evening
In the air that limps between seashells ...
tatters of a slain bird,
the fishes of sailors who will not return.
Air of fragrances:
an Indian woman brushing her hair
beneath the washline,
lobsters smoking on the grill —
and this damp shirt.
tatters of a slain bird,
the fishes of sailors who will not return.
Air of fragrances:
an Indian woman brushing her hair
beneath the washline,
lobsters smoking on the grill —
and this damp shirt.
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